I can't believe my little brother is 16. In my mind he will always be 11, until he is 30. Maybe then he will always be 16 in my mind. He is the best brother a girl could ask for. He is smart, caring, and puts up with my nagging and weirdness. I remember waiting with eager anticipation for him to be born:
It didn't hurt that I got a present in exchange for my "only child" status...
Remember when he learned to lift his giant moon-head?
It was fun to have someone on family trips.
And dance with at family weddings...
He's good at giving speeches.
And good-looking I've been told.
And, he knows how to party!